Heading: Just a short, amusing tale about creating accountability when none was available.

Years ago I was at work, installing the carpet at a hotel in the city. I was out in the parking lot near all the contractors and their shipping containers cutting the carpet on the ground, like ya do.

Suddenly a car comes up, and without slowing it drove over the carpet into one of the parking spots dedicated to construction folk.

Out steps a young woman wearing the uniform of the hotel.

"You just drove over my carpet."

"No I didn't."

"Those are your tire tracks, you destroyed this piece of carpet."

"Wasn't me..." and off she went.

I went to the hotel manager. Since the woman who drove over the carpet was young and hot he had no interest in pursuing the issue.

So I installed the carpet, tire tracks and all, running right through the room.

Summary: Women will ruin stuff and deny doing it ten seconds later in spite of all physical evidence. Betachumps will give them a pussy pass. You don't have to though.